Testo: Percy Shaw. Truly I Say To You.... Anathema.

What trials have my selfish pursuits penned in confusion?
(Leave me be belief)(oh indefinite inquiry!)
and what noble creations can come from any cursed man?
and if his conviction for honesty in his art
should lead to corruption,
What punishment would see justice done?

I've read of my humanity
of this cursed flesh
My hands are empty
My heart is full of regrets

Take me from this lonely road
this shallow hope
Show me true beauty